Fragment
DeviantArt: Burning Solitude
There’s a big void in my chest
It’s growin’
It’s growing
It’s GROWING
It’s GROWING
I sit still wrapped in my headphone
But there isn’t any core
Inside of me
Where the heart used to be
I wonder what has happened to it.
Fragments of absurdities
Inside somewhere.
Oh no!
There’s no “where”.
There isn’t even “any”.
But I am sure,
The void is growing
The blowing
Breeze passes right through it
In the absence of knowns that were unknowns
That used to fill it up with meanings.
Oh wait!
What’s even the point?
There’s no “meaning”.
There’s no point.
There’s no space.
Axioms fail inside
The void is growing.
I let it be…
Feels like a black hole
Radiating hallucinations
Separating the particles
That make out with me
Broken kisses
and memorable hisses
Are now unknown frequencies
From the past that shall not be
The future that doesn’t glee
The void is growing
The void is filled with weird music
I am trippin’ through the bassline
As if I am tethered to something
Oh wait!
There isn’t “something”.
There isn’t “some”.
Only the remaining of a cone
Where the time is stuck
Trying to drip through
But,
The void is bottomless
With an eternal flow that can’t drip.
It’s growing.
It’s growing.
It’s growling…..
…and…Hissing…